Death Awaits

Death awaits you 
And he will come 
You don't know where 
You don't know when 
He's just waiting 
For the time 
You dread that time 
He looks forward to that time 
You're not allowed to cheat him 
And you certainly can't kill him 
What to do? 
Wait, wait, wait 
Because Death awaits you
He holds an hour glass that 
marks your time
Waiting for the moment to
claim his prize
Your furture lies upon his master 
plan mapped out for you
The sand slowly drip from the hour
glass that marks your time
As life slowly passes you by
For he is coming for the prize he awaits
No where to run or no where to hide
For the last grain of sand fell